Right Hand Rule
My right hand tells my left what to do,
and I call her you.
and she says,
"sorry",
but it's cool, and I tell her,
Do that and I'll do this.
You hold that still, and I'll twist.
The End
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I caught myself calling my left hand "you" when I was talking to myself, and I thought it was interesting that the right side of my body (and thus, the left side of my brain) feels more closely connected to the concept of "I" than the other side. Anyway, just a short musing on that.Or two.
Or three.
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Right Hand Rule, which
was posted on May 4, 2010 by
Rac7hel.
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